TWO
“Hey girls, Brad iscoming!”
The startling announcement that rang through her office shook Breanna from her deep thoughts and made her jump in her seat. The loud voice of her co-worker could have raised skeletons. Breanna placed her hand over her crazily beating heart and calmed herself. Pushing away from her desk, she turned in her swivel chair and glared at Amanda. She wished her friend could have kept her enthusiasm to a dull roar in the large cubicle-filled room.
The co-worker in the cubicle next to her sprang to her feet, knocking over her office chair in the process. “Brad is coming?” She gasped. “When?”
Amanda threaded her fingers through her lustrous red tresses, looking as if she were holding her head together. “Any moment now, but look at me. I’m a mess. I can’t have Brad see me like this.” Amanda ran to the cubicle and peeked in the girl’s small mirror fastened to the wall. “Of all days to have a bad hair day.”
Patty ran to Amanda and also checked herself through the mirror. “Oh, no! I’ve got a zit.”
A grin tugged on Breanna’s mouth from her friend’s comment. She quickly covered her smile with her hand before anybody noticed. It seemed the other women in the room worried only about themselves.
Jackie came out of her cubicle. “Do we know how long we have to get ready? I need to redo my makeup.”
“No,” Amanda answered as she grabbed her friend’s hairspray and began to restyle her hair. “But I heard he’s upstairs with his father.”
Breanna decided to find out what all the commotion was about. She stood and walked over to the end of her cubicle. “Excuse me, but can I ask a silly question? Who are you talking about?”
The bunch of women who were gathered around Amanda turned and looked Breanna’s way. Amanda grinned and stepped away from the group. She’d always been the leader.
“That’s right, you haven’t been here long enough to meet Brad.” She chuckled. “Brad is Todd’s son.”
Breanna creased her brows. “Todd, as in our boss, Todd Montgomery?”
“Yes, the owner of the magazine, Todd Montgomery.” Amanda took a quick breath. “Anyway, Brad is his son, and he’s the sexiest man alive.” The other girls giggled and sighed.
Breanna cocked her head. “I’m assuming you’re referring to the son being the sexiest man alive and not the father, correct?”
The girls laughed and came toward Breanna’s cubicle. Amanda remained their ringleader. “Yes. Brad is so dreamy. A girl can lose herself in his melting green eyes.”
“He wears his dark hair a little longer than most guys,” Jackie quickly cut in, “almost like a beach bum, but we absolutely adore it.”
Eve placed her hands on her cheeks, her eyes drifted heavenward. “And I love his groomed goatee.”
“Let’s not forget,” Amanda added, “his amazing muscular body.”
The girls gave another round of giggles and awes then Becky stepped forward. “He’s not only drop-dead gorgeous, but he’s very funny and charming.”
The girls agreed wholeheartedly.
Amanda touched Breanna’s arm. “Brad comes in here once in a while, and it’s the best time in the world. Sometimes we all get together after work and go do something.”
“Or we have a party at somebody’s house,” Eve added.
